My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
Best Of Brands
Get that nit comb through those strands,
Night Noises
My parents' bedroom is far from mine, so I have to wonder
Always And Forever
Always and forever is so far away,
Loneliness And Care With You
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
It's Better Goodbye
I feel so heavy, really tired of what
Just Like A Child
How I wish to trust
Don't Think Quit
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
I'm Sorry For Hurting You
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
Life Is Brevity
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
My Love For Her
Your lips so soft and red.
